LOST
So we’re in hell, huh.
Don’t let the air conditioning fool you son, you are here too. You are suffering.
But, don’t beat yourself up about it. Its fate, some people are just supposed to suffer. That’s why the Red Sox will never win the damn series…
I have a… son, he’s about your age. He’s not like me. He does what’s in his heart. He’s a good man. Maybe a great one. And right now, he thinks that I hate him. He thinks I feel betrayed by him. But what I really feel is gratitude. And pride. Because of what he did to me. What he did FOR me. Eh, it took more courage than I have.
There’s a pay phone over here, I could pick it up and I could call my son. I could tell him about all this. I could tell him that I love him. One simple phone call and I could fix everything…
Then why don’t you?
Because I am weak.
This uh, this business that you have, will it ease your suffering?
Yeah…
Then what are you doing here?
It ain’t that simple.
Of course it is. Unless you want to end up like me, of course it is.